Ship's Surgeon
“Just a half turn to the left .. and now come slowly round to a half turn to the right. Good. A breather and we’ll try it again.” Pat slipped a finger over the girl’s pulse. “Feel all right?”“Wonderful, Pattie. May we do the legs again?”“Not in this position. Another trunk turn first, then you can he back against the rest. Ready?”Deva was a model patient, eager for therapy but not too venturesome. At the nursing home she had occupied a luxurious soundproof ward, and perhaps it was the extreme change of atmosphere which made her love every minute she spent in the cubicle, with the ship’s blue and white hospital just outside the curtain. Fortunately, although the Walhara was tossing a bit as they ploughed into the notorious Bay, Deva remained quite unconcerned. Yet even Pat was off her food.“Right,” she said, five minutes later. “That’s enough for this morning. I’ll get you into the wheelchair and call the doctor.”But Bill Norton must have heard her clear, smiling tones, for he yanked ba...ck the curtain and entered the cubicle.“Hello, there,”MoreLess
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